Memoir of Mrs. Mary E. Van Lennep: Only Daughter of the Rev. Joel Hawes, D.D. and Wife of the Rev. Henry J. Van Lennep, Missionary in Turkey

Belknap and Hamersley, 1848 - 382 pàgines

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Pàgina 34 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 5 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within...
Pàgina 363 - Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds: no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose.
Pàgina 35 - Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight and prayer to praise.
Pàgina 100 - Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God ; He, to save my soul from danger, Interposed his precious blood.
Pàgina 34 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my All shalt be. Perish, every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition ! God, and heaven, are still my own.
Pàgina 381 - I shine in the light of God, His likeness stamps my brow, Through the shadows of death my feet have trod, And I reign in glory now ! No breaking heart is here, No keen and thrilling pain, No wasted cheek, where the frequent tear Hath rolled and left its stain.
Pàgina 34 - Let the world despise, and leave me; They have left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me, Thou art not like them untrue; And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me, Show Thy face, and all is bright. 3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure, Come, disaster, scorn and pain ; In Thy service, pain is pleasure, With Thy favour loss is gain. I have called Thee, Abba, Father...
Pàgina 363 - There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest. There the prisoners are at ease together ; They hear not the voice of the taskmaster.
Pàgina 382 - Ye are walking still through the valley of tears, But I wait to welcome you. Do I forget ? Oh, no ! For memory's golden chain Shall bind my heart to the hearts below, Till they meet and touch again. Each link is strong and bright, And love's electric flame Flows freely down, like a river of light, To the world from which I came.
Pàgina 381 - And the glorious walls of heaven still ring With my new-born melody ! No sin, no grief, no pain, Safe in my happy home ! My fears all fled, my doubts all slain, My hour of triumph, come...

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